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☃️ Introduction~ ! 🌸

Full name ~ Dorothy Malaya Agbayani

Nickname ~ Dottie

pronouns ~ she/they

details ~

• local hard of hearing trainer

• based in circhester, galar

• no occupation as of writing this; sometimes sells baked goods.

• speaks galarienne/galarian sign language.

my pokemon;

-Vainglory the Mr. Mime

-Bernadette the Ponyta

-Minuette Thérèse (Minnie) the Eevee

-QWERTY the Rotom (all-caps unnecessary, but preferred.)

June's Intro!! 🎉🎈

Hello! My Names June, I Use Any/All Prns 🌈☀️ I Am 14!! Feel Free To Chat. 😁(don't be weird.)

Oh! And My Pokemon:

• Todd The Fennekin (Hearing Service Pokemon) (Non-battler) (Todd is a girl)

• Kassidy The Shiny Eevee (Battler)

• Crumb The Morpeko 🥔 (Battler)

• Static the Rotom :) (Non-battler, helps me with text-to-speech.)⚡️🦄

• Rex the Scorbunny (starter), (battler)

I Bake As A Hobby! 🥐 🌈 I Want To, One Day, Be A Professional Baker. ✨ I'm Only Practicing Current-Day, But I Want To Make The Best Bread Or Pie Or Just-- Any And Every Baked Good Ever! 🥖

I Enjoy Battling!! Especially When I Can Cook My Pokemon A DELICIOUS Feast After! You Should Come & Visit Me In Galar Sometime!! ٩( ᐛ )و 🍪🧁

ooc + tags under the cut!

i'm not entirely sure when i'll be back; perhaps summer?

additionally, there is zero conflict within this blog, and so i will develop a plot during my absence!

it has been fun roleplaying with all of you; perhaps i will write some more when i get a plot?

🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.

Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we had lost all our sources of livelihood.Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost.

https://gofund.me/31c5cbe3

‏Since the beginning of the war, my family and I have been displaced 4 times, each time more severe than the other.

‏The first is from Gaza City to Khan Yunis, and the second is from Khan Yunis to the shores of Bahr Khan Yunis, then to the city of Rafah, and then to an area called Al Qarara .

‏My house was completely destroyed , everything is under the rubble my childhood, my memories, my books, and my ambition and Many relatives and friends were killed and life was completely destroyed.

‏ so l please you to help me and help my family collect donations to evacuation the war zone, get out of Gaza safely, and complete my school studies, via my donation link.

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"Bye-bye!"

June signed, fast & rushed, zipping in and out of their twin's room. They put their leg warmers on--mismatched, of course, one orange-ish red and the other of a cartoon character-- and tied their shoes messily. The white laces of her raggedy yellow converse were old and worn, and yet she still wore them as a trophy. Her service fennekin followed suit, trotting beside them.

The doorknob was just out of reach, until the lights flickered on and off once in the living room. "Your coat." His twin--Dottie-- signed with a furrowed brow and a 'or else' look in her dark brown eyes. The oversized yellow coat waved a 'hello', not nearly as excited as June was (rude!). He hurriedly shoved his arm through the armholes, and propped his hoodie above his brown hair. Circhester was never kind in terms of weather. (Well, at least it's not Freezington!)

It strolled through the streets, keeping an eye out for any pokemon and tucking in their white sunflower-patterned shirt behind their pokébelt. Even though they've gotten less than no luck the past days they went poke hunting, maybe this one was different!

They searched high and low, from the crevices between houses to lamppost to lamppost, and, they saw.. a fluffy silver tail peeking out of a snowhill!

What is it? An Onix? Old Espurr? A Minccino?

They cautiously stepped forward. Why would a Minccino be in Circhester? He didn't know -- and he was about to find out.

He cupped his ungloved, unmittened, and very cold brown hands and pushed away the snow. His converse crunched under the snow, and, with a yelp, out came--